Lord of the Abyss - By Nalini Singh Page 0,7

cauldron big enough for a person?"

Bard halted, sighed, looked at her with those wide, liquid eyes. When he spoke, the sound came from the depths of some deep cave, so heavy and thunderous that her eardrums echoed. "We," he said, "have knives."

Liliana couldn't tell if he, like his master, was making a jest at her expense, so she shut her mouth and said nothing as they wound their way through black hallways free of all ornamentation, down a single wide step and through a heavy wooden door into a warm, sweet-smelling room at one end.

A startled pixielike creature looked up from where she stood by the large freestanding bench in the center. "Bard!" the woman said, her voice as high and sweet as her face was tiny and wrinkled in the most unexpected way - at the corners of her lips and along the bridge of her nose. The rest of her skin, the color of the earth after rain, was taut and smooth, the crinkled tips of her ears poking out through dark hair she'd pulled back into a thick braid.

A brownie, Liliana thought in wonder. She wasn't a pixie at all, but a brownie, a creature her father had hunted to extinction in Elden, for their blood made his magic so very strong.

Bard pushed Liliana into the room with one big paw. "New cook." He was gone the next instant.

The brownie's face fell.

Feeling terrible, Liliana walked over to stand on the other side of the bench. "I'm sorry." She hadn't even thought when she'd spoken. "I was trying to save myself from being sent back to the dungeon when I said I'd cook."

The other woman blinked at her. "Oh, no, oh, no. I'm an awful cook, I am." Picking up a biscuit from a tray on the bench, she dropped it to the floor. It bounced. "I do not know why the lord has not had me beheaded. Perhaps, oh, yes, perhaps he enjoys that my food matches this place."

Startled by her friendliness, Liliana said, "But you looked so disappointed just then."

The woman's ears turned pink at the tips. "Oh, no, that was nothing. Nothing at all. I'm Jissa."

"Liliana."

Reaching out, Jissa pinched Liliana's wrinkled and blood-encrusted dress. "I am not a good cook, but I keep this place clean. You are not clean."

"No." Embarrassed, Liliana scratched at her hair. "A bath would be much appreciated."

"You'll have to be quick, quick indeed, if you are to cook a meal," Jissa warned, shaking a rolling pin at her. "The lord will not wait past the early dinner bell before consigning you to the dungeon again." The brownie was moving as she spoke, waving at Liliana to follow with quick, birdlike motions. "Noon meal he will not eat today. Not in the castle, he isn't."

Running after her, Liliana found herself led to a small bathroom where Jissa was already working the pump to fill the tub. "I'll do - "

The brownie shook her head. "Take off your clothes and get in, in right now." Impatient words. "I'm sorry but it must be cold, so cold, for we have no time to heat the water."

Glad for the chance to be clean after spending days in her father's dungeon for the infraction of refusing to slit a man's throat, and then last night here, she gave up any attempt at modesty and stripped away her clothing to step into the frigid bath. Shivering, she picked up the bar of rough soap on the ledge, and dipping her head under the pump, wet her hair.

As she lathered it, Jissa said, "You are not very well put together, you aren't."

From others, it may have been an unkind statement. From Jissa, it sounded like simple fact, so Liliana nodded. "No." Her breasts were so small as to be nonexistent, while her ribs stuck out from beneath her skin. Her behind, by comparison, was rather large, and one of her legs was shorter than the other.

"You will fit in very well here, yes, you will," Jissa said with a sudden smile that gave her a quixotic charm. "For he is the only creature of beauty, and even he turns into a monster."

Laughing, Liliana ducked her head under the water and washed off the suds before repeating the soaping process. Jissa stopped pumping to give her the chance to lather up her entire body, leaning against the pump as she recovered from the exertion.

"Where do you come from, Jissa?" Liliana asked, running the soap down her arms with